Chapter 13 #2
I trail my mouth higher, over the steady beat of Roman’s heart, and somewhere beneath the haze, a frightened part of me whispers, This is it. Once I do this, we’re bound. There’s no undoing it. No taking it back. This man will be mine forever… and I’ve only known him for less than a week.
But that frightened voice is fading.
The rest of me is drowning, shaking, aching, consumed by a need so overwhelming that I barely hold on to a single thought. And despite everything and how impossible it is, I adore him.
God help me, I already do.
I set my teeth against his skin, over the heavy muscle above his heart, and clamp down. His skin is hot beneath my lips, the steady beat of his heart pulsing against me, and for one precious second, I’m convinced I can do it.
Then another wave crashes through me.
My body betrays me, chasing the warmth of him instead of the bite.
I force myself to focus, to remember why I’m doing this, but the fire within me keeps dragging me away, turning every breath into want instead of purpose.
I bear down harder, my jaw beginning to ache.
His skin dents beneath my teeth but refuses to give—no break, no blood.
Only the taste of salt and the relentless thud of his heartbeat against my mouth.
He doesn’t make a sound but holds me close.
I try again, and this time his hands slide down my back. A helpless moan shudders out of me, and my teeth slip free. Every time I get close, my body drags me into the heat, my thoughts scattering the instant he touches me. I can’t hold on to both. I can’t.
“I’m sorry.” I pull back, leaving nothing but a red mark on his chest. Tears burn behind my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I can’t… I can’t focus. I’m…”
“You won’t hurt me.” Roman’s voice is rough with emotion. “I can take it, gorgeous. Whatever you need.”
“That’s not it.” I press my forehead against his shoulder, and as my breasts brush his bare chest, we both shudder. “I’m trying.” My words fracture between savage breaths. “I know…” I shake my head, another sob catching in my throat. “Every time I get close, it… it takes me somewhere else.”
My fingers clutch helplessly at his sides.
“I’m so turned on I can’t think.” The admission tears out of me, and I’m beyond blushing. “Everything hurts, and it’s all… all mixed together. The bond, the fire inside me.” My breathing breaks. “I can’t separate them or do both at once.”
I force myself to glance up at him, stripped of every ounce of pride.
Tears spill over as I tremble against him.
“Fuck me,” Wolf breathes.
Grayson growls low in his throat, and Roman’s hand is already moving to my breast, his thumb dragging over the peak of me through the thin robe. I moan against him and push into the touch, craving so much more.
“Little bird.” Grayson’s mouth is at my ear, and his hand settles on my hip. “Let me take care of that part. Wolf and I will handle the fire. You take Roman. Keep your teeth on that stubborn man, and let us do the rest. Deal?”
I twist to glance at them, and Grayson is so much. All that ink and heat and hunger staring down at me. I reach up and curl my hand around the back of his neck and lean in for a kiss. Our mouths clash, and I whisper a yes against his lips. “Yes. Please.”
Wolf’s there, leaning over me, wearing that devastatingly sexy grin I can’t seem to resist, and the next thing I know, I’m kissing him. Some insatiable part of me craves all of them at once, tugging me in every direction until I can’t tell where one need ends and another begins.
They ease me back onto the bed between them, and Wolf slowly unravels the tie of my robe before peeling it open like I’m something precious. Their eyes roam over me, lingering on my tank top and shorts, their grins widening, and that only deepens the sharpness shooting through me.
They’re moving so slowly, as though they’re still giving me every chance to change my mind, and have no idea that I’m seconds away from breaking.
Every pulse of the bond claws at me now, slashing harder than the last. I’m trembling so violently I barely stay still. “Please…” The word catches in my throat as another shudder tears through me. “Hurry…”
Wolf moves to the end of the bed and leans over me, his fingers curling into the waistband of my shorts. He flashes me that sinful grin. “You ready?” he asks as if he still needs my permission.
A broken laugh escapes me, almost turning into a sob. “I’m… I’m so close to begging…”
His grin deepens as he gently slides them down my legs and off, revealing just how desperate my body has become. Instinctively, I draw my knees together, heat flooding my cheeks even through the haze consuming me.
It’s unnerving being slowly undressed by three enormous Alphas while they’re already staring at me like they’ve been starving for years.
“You don’t need to be shy with us.” Grayson runs both hands slowly up my bare legs, leaving me shaking so hard I struggle to breathe as he carefully parts my knees.
Every muscle in my body tightens as their gazes lock on me between my spread thighs.
The room fills with sharp breaths, low growls, them going rigid, and for one terrifying heartbeat, I think they’re about to lose control completely.
I almost wish they would.
The agony is swallowing me whole now. My thoughts are dissolving into nothing but need and pain.
“Please…” I whisper again, tears burning my eyes. “I can’t… I can’t hold on much longer.”
“I should be the one,” Wolf says, his voice hoarse, pressing against Grayson to shove him aside.
“Fuck off,” Grayson mutters. “I called it first. She’s mine.”
Roman’s hand slides beneath my jaw, gently drawing my attention back to him. “Come on, beautiful. It’s time to bite me.”
He leans over me, offering himself without hesitation.
My lips find the warm curve of his neck, and a deep groan rumbles through his chest. My hand splays across his heart before gliding higher, over the hard line of his shoulder, holding him against me as though he’s the only thing keeping me tethered.
Another wave crashes through me, breaking me apart as my hips rock helplessly against the sheets. My body chases relief while my mind slips further away, every coherent thought dissolving into carnal pleasure and agonizing pain.
“So beautiful,” Grayson breathes against my inner thighs, his voice rough. “Look at you, little bird, soaking and delicious.”
Roman brushes the damp strands of hair back from my face, his touch impossibly gentle against the chaos consuming me.
Beside me, Wolf climbs onto the bed and slowly eases my tank top higher, lifting the fabric over my breasts.
The cool air kisses my heated skin, and every inch of me tightens beneath the weight of their gazes.
My breathing catches, excitement coiling through me at a terrifying rate.
“I’m yours,” Roman says quietly. “Take me.”
Then Grayson’s mouth wraps around my pussy, and my world goes white.
I cry out, and Wolf catches one of my knees and holds it wide as Grayson’s tongue laps between my folds, licking me with a desire that’s ripping me to shreds. I’m shuddering, sobbing with it, the bond-pain and the pleasure tangling into one unbearable current.
“Fuck, it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” Wolf mutters, and then his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking on me.
Roman’s throat is right there against my mouth. I lick over the heavy muscle, kiss it, tug him closer, even as Grayson pushes two fingers into me and my climax is climbing mercilessly.
My teeth graze Roman’s neck, barely there at first. His pulse hammers beneath my lips, matching the frantic rhythm of my own heart. I breathe him in, then brush my tongue over the warm skin where I’m meant to bite, tasting his own salty arousal.
A groan vibrates through his chest.